The murder of Monique Roossien, part one
April 27th 2003, Amsterdam, The Netherlands
In the North of Amsterdam at the ‘Uitdammerdijk‘
A passer-by stumbles upon a woman’s body. She’s laying headlong in fetal position at the quay, near the water. She’s completely naked. No possessions of her are lying around. Questions of who she is and how she ended up there immediately rise with the police, who got called to the scene. The coroner rules her death a homicide. More specifically, the cause of death’s a fractured skull. They run her prints through the system and get a hit. The victim is Monique Roossien.
On June 12, 1976 Monique was born in a place called Sappemeer in the province Groningen, in the North of the Netherlands. When her parents got a divorce, the custody went to her mother. Those weren’t happy years at all. Things turned around when they went to live with their father as teens. Suddenly they had a normal life. It didn’t seem the past had a devastating effect on Monique, according to her sister Linda. One might think otherwise when Monique turned to drugs later on and got heavily addicted to heroin. Linda feels that was all due to ‘the wrong boyfriend.’ My thoughts are that I do think such a past leaves its mark. That doesn’t mean Monique was a weak link and should’ve been stronger mentally. You never can tell who’s the most effected and how. It might not always come to the surface always immediately what the aftermath will be. When a person grows up and can understand better what happened when they were a child, then the realisation might sink in. Then it could start to show. In a way it makes you vulnerable. In a way that it’s too much to feel that emotional raw pain every day. A person might then meet someone from ‘the wrong side of the track’. That someone might turn to a substance that helps to numb it. Very little people who are mentally healthy and/or completely happy would turn to hard drugs in such a manner. Usually, if not in all cases, those people have serious mental issues due to earlier traumatic experiences.
Whatever Monique’s reason, with the drug use automatically money problems started. She had to find a financial way to maintain her expensive addiction. All too often it leads to prostitution. Monique wasn’t an exception. In 2001, she moved to Amsterdam. She had worked in Groningen until then. In Amsterdam, the number of visiting ‘johns’ is more frequent. Daily, she was walking the streets behind the Central Station, according to newspapers. The evening of her death, people saw her at the ‘Rembrandtplein‘ in the city centre. If that was her usual spot, then ‘working behind the Central Station’ is a loose term and not quite correct. The ‘Rembrandtplein’ is 3 kilometers away from the train station and it’s not behind it. The street behind the station’s called ‘De Ruijterkade‘ instead. That one certainly was known for prostitution activity in those years. It might still be. It’s especially easy to get picked up by a car there. It’s known Monique also went in cars with ‘johns’.
It’s common knowledge that’s a high risk lifestyle. A whoremonger usually isn’t a top-notch citizen. They look down on the women they pay for sex. Prostitutes are used to dealing with the scum of the earth. They can get treated badly, they can be robbed, they can be raped or they get beat up. The risk of those things happening is higher if they get in a car with someone. The prostitutes who got killed usually were the women who worked the streets, instead of working in a club or ‘massage parlor’. One might ask. Then why didn’t she work there? For starters, then she needs to pay for the room she uses. It means she can’t keep all the money she earns per customer. Also, owners of those kind of clubs don’t want a full-blown drug addict working there. Those women are often very unreliable and cause trouble. On top of that. Being a heroin addict shows. Who wants someone like that to be part of ‘the showpieces’ of the club? It could cost them customers. Monique likely hadn’t much choice than to work the streets.
Although no one can say for certain Monique’s a John’s victim. Statistically speaking, it is the most likely scenario that’s where her life ended. In a car, by the fists of a John.